Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

wrongI close my eyes, seeking my bond with my child – hoping it

it, because Roger shakes me

hard on my shoulders.

Dominic” He

the clearing behind the

at Roger’s face when he says

grave his expression is…how

blood feels like it drains from me. Like

to follow his gaze, and I see two dark forms

to each other in the darkness. One covered in

robes, the other…

fast as I can go – but I can’t run now

the baby

Rafe and my instincts kick in, making me snap

my teeth fully bared, already

mouth

eyes wide in shock and

harm. But he speaks fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to get to

please, give me the baby

it breaks every part of my poor motherly heart

within me screaming to hold him close,

go again…

those forms in

to his

without a word I take off, sprinting towards

Sinclair

eyes open in the forest and wince as the

of my face with my hands. Is it

morning?

then I realize,

don’t remember going

up, wary, trying to

I’m not even

Inside at all…

and down at the soft bed on which

my hands over the crisp

voice says, and I whip my

standing in front of me. I blink, trying to clear

beautiful. She’s got to be she can’t

my voice low with

with the soft smile I expect, instead bursting

Dominic,” she says, shaking her head and coming close to me,

smiling down into my face.

confused. Think about it – you know

“Am I…am I dead?”

smiles down at me, slowly shaking her head. “No, baby,” she

worried about these questions,

fine. You’re just

up at her. But she

before sitting herself in my lap. My arms